


Moonlight serenade

by Foreverwriting123



Series: Steve Rogers x Reader Series [1]
Category: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types
Genre: Dancing, F/M, Glenn Miller 'Moonlight Serenade'
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-10-03
Updated: 2016-10-03
Packaged: 2018-08-19 05:07:46
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,030
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8191373
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Foreverwriting123/pseuds/Foreverwriting123
Summary: Steve, wearing a suit that is way too big for him, finally begins to speak, but the words startle you straight away. “Why me?”
  You push your head back and raise an concerned eyebrow. “What are you on about Steve?”
  “Why me?” He pants out into the open air before directly looking at you.

  “Steve,” you start off firmly. “Stop this gibberish right now. You mean the whole world to me. You’re the greatest person I know- not one of those boys, even Bucky, could ever replace you.”

  You feel his ragged breath hang between the tight space between the both of you as you stand close. His fingers latch on and his thumb gently rubs your skin as you keep on talking.

  
 Before the serum ever took ahold of Steve Rogers, Steve was a normal kid who happened to have a wild crush on Y/N.Unaware of his feelings, you ask him to the dance in the hopes of getting Steve out of the house, but when feelings get in the way, the both of you face the music of what your hearts say and soon realise that maybe there was something between the two of you that always got in the way that could change everything for better or for worse…





	

**Author's Note:**

> So guys, I have been meaning to upload this piece and I am so so excited for you all to read it!
> 
> I say you were all expecting another update with Bruce (I'm sorry but I am so busy I haven't had the chance to even write anything else!), And while I do love Bruce and DC, Captain America was my first superhero crush so here’s goes nothing!!
> 
> Be prepared for more twists and turns and unexpected surprises! And I do hope you like the music suggestion because ahhh Moonlight Serenade makes my heart flutter!!
> 
> Also I do hope you like the flash forward at the beginning, I felt I needed to add it to emphasise a few moments in this piece!

_“There’s not gonna be a safe landing, but I can try and force it down,” Steve’s voice sounds through the radio_

_“I’ll- I’ll get Howard on the line. He’ll know what to do,” Peggy Carter fu,bled trying desperately to figure out the German controls._

_“There’s not enough time. This thing is movin’ too fast and it’s headin’ for New York. I got put her in the water.”_

_Peggy stops and tries desperately to get her head around the controls just in the hopes of saving Steve. “Please don’t do this, W-we have time. We can work it out.”_

_“Right now I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer innocent people will die,” Steve says firmly, unsure if he is truly grasping the concept of his words himself. “Peggy this is my choice.”_

_Peggy now tries to hold back her emotions before letting her head rule over her heart. “You’re considering saving people when you won’t even consider Y/N….”_

_Peggy’s lips part again and again as she tries to grasp what is happening but she trie shed best to speak again, “Surely she would want a say in all of this. You can’t throw everything you’ve had with her in just a matter of seconds-”_

_They both remain silent as they now both knew what was about to unfold, and there was nothing, not even Y/N , could do to stop this._

_“Peggy…” Steve’s voice trails off as if he was crying on the other end. “I need you to do something for me.”_

_She inhales deeply before answering back. “Anything.”_

_“Tell Y/N that I love her and she knows where to met me. The exact same spot like always when we were kids.”_

_Peggy stops and immediately her heart nearly comes out of her throat. She could never hold this much responsible to tell someone like Y/N such a terrible thing._

_Those two were inseparable to say the least, and now, even at times when you bickered over Steve’s mentality to help with the war rather to take care of himself, you would have to be the one to face the consequences of having an empty casket come home to Manhattan._

_Fighting back tears, Peggy tries her best to continue on for you. You deserve to hear these final words from Steve, even if they aren’t directly from him._

_She doesn’t notice Steve speaking again, as he says, “She knows the place. Tell her not to be late.”_

_Peggy bites down on a smile and replies with, “I’ll tell her Steve, I promise” before the tears start to roll down her pale cheeks._

_“Tell her to go to college after the war and get that degree she wanted. Tell her I want her to always remember that-” and suddenly the line breaks off._

_“Steve?” Peggy calls, desperately hoping for something._

_“Steve?”_

_Suddenly her heart tang with too much pain as she crippled down to floor, sobbing to herself._

_If she was a mess, what would you be like?_

 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

_1928_

 

A young boy sits on a park bench and witnesses the clouds rippling above his head as he takes out an old yellow pages frayed notebook. 

 

It was the notebook his mother gave him when he was eight years old, and the one notebook he kept for those times when he truly felt a creative spark coming. It was only his best drawings captured on these pages and nothing else.

 

Steve’s head instantly relaxes as soon as he grips a pencil and ever so effortlessly, starts to lean down on the page to create something.

 

He is still surprised to find himself outside, especially out in September, when the cold crisp air could easily latch on and cause an asthma attack. But for now, he plans to savour the fresh air as it allows his foggy brain to clear up, which allows him to see a brand new take on the world.

 

Around him, new mothers push prams while young children gleefully run around the lush grass skipping and laughing. It was never odd for Steve to get some concerned looks due to his scrawny physical aspects, but for now, he let those wondering a slip away as he began to put all his focus onto the page.

 

The strokes mount and enlarge as Steve draws an outline while then focussing in on the detail, eyeing every mark and tap with precise detail to insure he has created something truly beautiful.

 

It is only until a strange person decides to sit down does he stop.

 

“I’ve noticed that you come here with that sketchbook. Whatcha drawing?”

 

Steve’s cheeks turn bright red and he fumbles, immediately tries to hide his sketchbook. “Oh it’s nothin’ really…”

 

He then looks up to see you with pigtails and a scruffy pink dress and he can’t help but wonder how a girl with red marks on her legs would want to talk to a boy like him.

 

You continue to grapple at him. “Come on, I want to see it.”

 

Steve stutters again, this time unsure what to say. “No- It’s private..I-I like to keep my drawings private…”

 

Steve hopes that this would put a end to your pestering, and thankfully, it does. You just nod your head and click your heels before jumping up from the bench. “Oh, okay then…you sure do look like a guy who may need something to keep those legs movin’…” You then point out towards the grass at a group of youngster. “Do you wanna play?”

 

Steve, feeling more mortified than ever, just stares at the ground. “I can’t-”

 

Immediately you tilt your head to the side and ask,”Why not? It’s not like a game of catch ever harmed no one.”

 

You can’t even pick on Steve’s mumbling, but you catch some words like ‘can’t……bad asthma…too sick…” 

 

For you, you always believe in a good game of catch or hide and seek, just laughing and running, so now you simply ponder over what to do with this strange boy.

 

But it seems, the young boy has already given in as he gets up from the bench. “Look I better get going…”

 

“I can walk with you if you like..”

 

Now Steve stops and looks back at you, unsure if any of this is even real. “Y-you sure? What about your parents?”

 

"I’m in no rush- they wouldn’t mind.”You mumble off, not really in the mood to tell him that your parents don't care about your whereabouts.

 

Steve shrugs, “Well okay then,” before smiling at you.

 

The two of you begin to walk away from all of the commotion of life in the park before Steve stops to say, “This may sound funny but I don’t even know your name.”

 

Of course, dumbfounded, reach out your hand and say. “It’s Y/N.”

 

Steve contemplates before reaching out to shake your hand. “Mine’s Steve.”

 

“Well Steve,” you gloat while you both shake each other’s hand, “It looks like I’ve just made a new friend.”

**7 years later**

 

“Come one Steve! We’ll be late for the dance!” Steve’s best friend James …. Buchanan Barnes shouts up to him while Steve stumbles to put on his tie.

 

“I’m comin’ Buck! Give me a second!” Steve replies, his small fingers getting caught around the fabric.

 

“Oh come one! You know Y/N is going to mad at us if we’re late again!” Buck shouts back. 

 

As soon as he hears Bucky say your name, Steve stops messing with the tie and gives in. His heart does a little somersault at the same time when he processes your name as he imagines you wearing your favourite dress and shoes while sitting outside the school steps, just waiting in the cold for him.

 

He won’t ever admit what Y/N means to him. He just keeps it to himself and stays quiet, only letting the thoughts stay inside his head whenever he’s with you. At this point it’s been a few years, five or more to be exact, that he has been keeping these thoughts to himself. 

 

He is just hoping for the right time, the right moment before he can finally let it all slip out.

 

“Steve?”He hears another echo from Bucky before thumping from the stairs. 

 

“Oh I-” Steve fumbles and tucks the tie into his pocket before rushing out of the room and  down the stair to greet his companion. 

 

A tall handsome slicked hair boy, who happens to make all the girls swoon for him, just smirks at him and says, “You’re nervous every aren’t ya?”

 

Steve puts his head down and hopes that his red tinted cheeks go away quickly. “No I’m not, I’m just not use to going to dance, that all.”

 

Due to Steve’s ill health, Steve had always stayed at home when the school dances were on. He would always see Bucky go off and have some fun; fun he too had often wished for. But tonight he made the exception to go only on account of Y/N.

 

With all your talk about the dance, Steve couldn’t help but imagine this experience with Y/N, so when Y/N asked him to the dance, he accepted before you could finish the question.

 

“Bucky what if I can’t dance right? Or what if I step on Y/N’s feet all the time that she won’t be able to walk home tonight? Or what if everyone laughs at us that she’ll cry and want to leave-”

 

Bucky places a firm hand on his shoulder and lets out a small laugh. “Relax kid. You’ll be fine. Y/N won’t care. She’ll just be happy that you’ll be there with her.”

 

Steve’s heartbeat slows down and he calms his breathing before thanking Bucky for the kind words.

 

“Now come on! Y/N will be wondering where you are!” 

 

* * * * *

 

Whenever you told people that you were actually bringing Steve Rogers to the school dance, the responses you often received were: “You mean the sick kid?”, or “You mean Steve Rogers? Him?” and “Oh Y/N, you know you could do better than that!”

 

But for you, Steve was the only boy you wanted to bring to the dance. Sure there were plenty of other boys, but they meant nothing to you. Steve has been with you since day one of your friendship, the only boy who has witnessed all the ins and outs of your life, and the only boy who was sweet enough to always ask if something was up.

 

With Bucky added into the mix of things, the three of you were inseparable. With your walks across the town and late night stargazing adventures, the three of you were always there for each other, even at the best and worst of times.

 

Like when Steve lost his mother Sarah, he wouldn’t leave his room for days. So the only option for you and Bucky was to climb in his window and bring up anything that would cheer him up, including strange looking rocks you found on the sidewalks, milk bottles and old magazine clippings. 

 

He loved the magazine clipping because they were good for when he wanted to practise drawing. No matter what you gave him, Steve could draw anything to perfection. So in the end, after taking $10 without your parent’s permission, you went in and bought the best notebook that you could find- a black hard back covered notebook with 500 pages. 

 

When you gave it to Steve, he cried and cried and cried until he couldn’t cry any more. With a snotty nose and red eyes, he said thanks a thousand times, saying it was the best thing anything could buy him. 

 

And still to this day, you catch him in class drawing, using that exact same notebook.

 

Your mind often tended to drift off in times like this- when you were waiting for Bucky and Steve. They were never on time for anything, so you weren’t too worried. But the sly remarks from anyone who passed, _”You waitin’ on sick boy?”_ , _”He probably chickened out already and won’t come.”_ and _”Why bother waiting on him when you could get any guy you want?”_

 

But none of them knew that Steve was the one for you. No matter what he looked like or if he was often too sick to come out for a walk, he was always there for you, and that is what you needed the most.

 

You would admit that no matter what, Steve and Bucky were the perfect distraction you needed from life. At the best of times, their smiles could make your day ten times better. With high expectations coming from your school teachers, annoying younger siblings and not to mention a pushy father who could never hold his liquor well, they were always there for you, no matter what.

 

So caught up with your own thoughts, you don’t notice two hooligans rushing up the steps towards you.

 

Steve immediately bends over, panting heavily, just stays likes this as Bucky apologises. “Sorry Y/N, but you know Steve, he’s never on time.”

 

You let out a small laugh while fixing yourself before getting up from the steps. “Who’s to say it was you who took their time when looking at themselves in the mirror?”

 

She punches his arm playfully before Steve finally responds. “Hey…Y/N. It-It’s nice to see you all dressed up.”

 

“Why thank you Steve,” you blush and hope Bucky doesn’t notice.

 

“Now come on you two! Abigail is waiting inside for us!”

 

Bucky immediately runs up the steps as soon as he hears her name, but Steve simply stands still and let’s his slouched shoulders and ragged breathing do the talking.

 

“You okay Steve?”

 

He hesitates before replying. “Yeah, I’m fine- I just…”

 

You tilt your head to the side, “What is it Steve?”

 

You wait for a response as the two of you stand outside alone while the music echoes from inside. You see every breath he inhales and exhales due to the cold crisp air of November. 

 

Steve, wearing a suit that is way too big for him, finally begins to speak, but the words startle you straight away. “Why me?”

 

You push your head back and raise an concerned eyebrow. “What are you on about Steve?”

 

“Why me?” He pants out into the open air before directly looking at you. 

 

“Out of all people, why me? Why do you like me? You’re the prettiest girl I know and I’m just wondering, why me? I’m nothing compared to Jason Sanders or Bobby Matthews, I’m a nobody who can’t even run five steps without feeling out of breath-” he takes in a deep wheezy breath in before continuing, “I mean, even Bucky would be a better choice than me Y/N…._” but you stop his rambling by stepping closer and reaching out for his hand.

 

The touch sends shivers colder than the breeze that tingles your bare legs, but you stay close to him and let your fingers feel the shock. 

 

“Steve,” you start off firmly. “Stop this gibberish right now. You mean the whole world to me. You’re the greatest person I know- not one of those boys, even Bucky, could ever replace you.”

 

You feel his ragged breath hang between the tight space between the both of you as you stand close. His fingers latch on and his thumb gently rubs your skin as you keep on talking.

 

“You’re one in a million Steve. You’re my best friend and no one would ever take away the connection we have together, you hear me? Don’t you ever say you’re worth nothin’ because you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.”

 

Steve now stares up at you (due to the added height of your heels) and weakly smiles. It’s not the best smile you wanted from him after your speech, but a weak smile is better than nothing.

 

“Thanks Y/N..” He mumbles so low that you have to edge even closer to him to hear. 

 

The next thing that pops into your head makes your heart flip. _”I love you Steve, I really do.”_

 

Except you don’t dare to say the words aloud. Steve couldn’t handle this right now. He needs his best friend, not this different side to you that has turned up out of the blue.

 

Well, it technically hasn’t been out of the blue. Really, it has been kept hidden away inside your heart for a very long time, even before you ever spoke to Steve. You always used to watch him sketch in the park on the same old wooden green bench, watching how he keenly let the pencil do all the work while his eyes are captivated towards the page, nothing else.

 

Of course, when you became friends, you let this feeling simply pass away. It was just a childish phase, nothing too serious to preoccupy your thoughts whenever you were with Steve. 

 

Sure the way his dimples appear whenever he laughs or the way his hair hung over his shoulder made your heart flutter from time to time, but there was never a moment where you felt you needed to let your feelings out. 

 

Well, that is until now.

 

You suddenly force yourself to step back from Steve and let your hands slip away before you pretend to fix your pale blue skirt before murmuring. “It’s getting late. We better go inside.”

 

You turn to face the door, yet Steve doesn’t budge.

 

“Steve?” You twist your head back. “Don’t you want to come in?”

 

As you look at him now, you see a small boy with puffy red cheeks and small legs, but you feel that right now, he probably looks smaller, especially while wearing that big suit.

 

“I-I’m sorry Y/N, but I’ve changed my mind….,” he says so softly while wiping at his eye. “I don’t think I can go inside and let everyone see me like this..”

 

You don’t take his comment to heart and just shrug your shoulder. “Steve, there’s nothing wrong with you! Sure the suit is a tad bit too big, but it’s fine! Besides, I’ll punch anyone who passes a comment.”

 

Usually Steve would laugh at your joke, but this time he doesn’t even bother to smile. Instead he places his hands inside the big coat pockets and stares down at the ground.

 

“I’m sorry Y/N, but it’s getting late for me. I just can’t do this- I need to go-” and instantly he starts to walk away. 

 

You just stand there and let the words register in your numb brain. “Steve…” You say, but he continues to walk away without looking back.

 

You consider running to catch up with him and tell him to stop, but what would be the point?

 

You can’t rule over Steve, especially on a night like this. Steve is a person who doesn’t like events like this. Events where people can taunt and jeer at him, or even try to pack a punch.

 

The poor boy only likes time to himself- and that’s with his drawing. You could never change his ways, even if it was for one night.

 

So, with a broken heart and a heavy head, you let Steve walk alone under the tall streetlights and never say another words as you turn to face the door and step inside to the warmth and bright lights. 

 

Sooner or later, you would have to face the music with Steve, but for now, you just want to sit down and have a nice cold glass of punch with your friends.

 

You don’t notice the silent tears that roll down your face until you see Bucky run over to you and ask, “Are you okay?”

 

You place a hand up to your face and wipe the tears away, smiling, “I’m fine. No really, I am.”

 

It doesn’t take Bucky long enough to notice a familiar face was not present. “Where’s Steve?”

 

“Oh..well, he went home. He said his chest was at him after the running.”

 

Bucky grumbles before saying aloud, “Dammnit, I shouldn’t have rushed him. You know he was really looking forward to tonight. The kid was so looking forward to dancing with you..”

 

 _Oh._ Another unwanted tear starts streaming down. So Steve wanted to be here? So then why the sudden change of heart?

 

You fumble with your hands as the loud music and chatter distracts you but your heart continues to hammer inside your chest.

 

“Sorry Bucky- but I gotta go-” you say and already make a turn towards the door before Bucky could even ask what was the problem.

 

You rush down the steps and bolt down to the sidewalk where you keep on running in your heels until you make a quick turn to the corner. The night air took hold of you while you continue to run hastily, hoping to reach to Steve on time. 

 

You don’t stop running down the street as you receive looks for old woman who drive past or the one or two drunken men who sit outside a bar. You keep on running down the streets until you finally reach your destination.

 

The park gates were still open at this time of night and the pebbled pathways gleamed under the moonlight. You step inside and ignore the sound of heel meeting gravel until you reach the main pathway that leads around the entire park.

 

The green grass looked deep blue and the trees seems to be more taller and misshapen than usual under the strange light, yet the street lamps still glow in every turn that guide you to Steve.

 

He sits  there on the same old green bench, sitting quietly to himself with no sketchbook to keep him company. His legs didn’t even reach the ground as his sits with his back straight. His hands are clasped together and his eyes are a puffy red under the street light that shines underneath him. 

 

He continues to stare out at the open green grass and never notices you appearing until you step so close that you make him jump from his seat. 

 

“Y/N?” He stares with wide eyes and an open mouth. “What are you doing here? I thought-” 

 

“I couldn’t go in there without my best dancing partner.” You smile at him before sitting beside him.

 

“So…Bucky told you that I was practising?” He winces.

 

You continue to smile. “Maybe. But that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I’m right here with you.”

 

But Steve doesn’t seem too pleased. “Look Y/N, what I did to you was just-”

 

“Be Quiet Steve,” you shush him while frowning, swatting a hand at him. “Let’s just sit here and savour this moment. Right here, right now.”

 

He obliges and closes his mouth again and leans in closer to you. Soon your fingertips touch again and Steve’s hands start to rub against yours to keep them warm.

 

It it after what seems like a couple of minutes later, that you turn to Steve and say, “I still haven’t seen your dance moves.”

 

Steve, mortified that you would even bring it up, exclaims, “Oh trust me! You don’t want to see me dancing-” but you grab his hand and sweep him up from the bench and take control, placing one of his  hands on the side of your hip,, the other latched to yours.

 

“But we have no music Y/N. I need music to dance!” Steve finally starts to lighten up and smile gleefully at you.

 

“Okay then…” You ponder as you both stand still. “Oh I got one!”

 

Soon you start humming a song that has been overplayed on the radio lately, but it’s the sort of song that you always wanted to dance to.

 

 _’Moonlight Serenade’_ is the name of the tune that you whisper softly into Steve’s ear.  

 

Steve stands with complete and utter silence, captivated just by your humming. He shifts his weight from time to time, unsure what to do as you both stand still, so you decide to take the lead and move your feet to the rhythm of the music.

 

“Oh Y/N, I can’t dance to save my life-”

 

You keep on humming as you want the music to be the essence of this moment, but you pull Steve in closer. He swallows and stares down at his feet as he tries to follow your pattern of swaying left to right. He stays like this for a little while longer, his warm hand etching in on your skin. 

 

Soon though, after a few mishaps, Steve gets into the rhythm of things and his small feet manage to step in time with yours as you both sway under the streetlight in the park.

 

Even though it is just the two of you, you feel like you are at the school dance with the glowing lights and the music that echoes. If only they could see the top of you right now, here, dancing. 

 

But, even though you wish everyone could witness this, you are  still happy to be here alone with Steve as this is a moment you only want to share with Steve and no one else.

 

The two of you keep on dancing in the cold moonlit night for what feels like forever with just your humming and your feet taking control.

 

Steves’ hand is now relaxed and steady by your side, and you don’t let the quiver of apprehension take control of your movement even while still holding onto his hand. You just let the moment itself captivate you with ease.

 

Finally, Steve, his head leaning near yours to hear your gentle humming, speaks again and says ever so softly, “I’m so glad you came back for me.”

 

“I would never let you go, Steve Rogers.”

 

And with that, you do not notice the movement shift again as Steve stops dancing and stays still while looking up at you.

 

“You know, I always wanted to do this with someone special, someone who could easily take my breath away…I’m glad it’s you Y/N.”

 

You now stop and look at Steve with gleaming eyes. “And I’m glad that it’s you Steve who makes me feel this way…”

 

You couldn’t stop the words from falling out, so now that they’re here, Steve can only edge closer and ask, “What do you mean Y/N?”

 

You stay still, holding on tightly to his hand, finding the courage to say the right words before your actions take control and do something you never thought would ever happen.

 

The sensation electrifies my entire body as he grabs my shoulders pulling me into the bath. I prefer the shower but at this moment I know I am not in charge.

You get the courage to reach out a hand to his cheek. Steve looks startled, as if your expression shows intensity but before he could ponder it further, you yank him over and cover your mouth with his in a hungry kiss. He responds immediately, surprising himself. His mouth is so warm, the caress of his lips softer than you ever imagined.

He tastes tentatively with his tongue as you draw in breaths in moments between, sensing he will come back. He does and thank goodness. You have never been kissed like this before, well how are. You to know, this is your first kiss , but right now you feel you need more.

Allowing Steve a moment to pull back in case he is vehemently opposed to what is about to happen, he pauses before he presses his lips against mine again.

All thoughts of repercussions have seemed to have fled from your minds as Steve allows his lips to trail over yours. You don’t even have time to even focus on what is actually happening; only focussing on the quick motion of Steve’s tongue.

Unable to stop yourself, you allow your hands to tangle in his hair. Seconds turn to minutes, your mouths together in a colossal force. In the end it is the need of air that separate the both of you.

You look back to see a wide eyed Steve, unable to explain what just happened. His mouth is agape as he breathes deeply. “Well that was unexpected” he finally laughs sheepishly.

 

Suddenly, it hits you what has happened so you pull away and start apologise immensely to him. 

 

“Steve I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to I-”

 

But Steve doesn’t look  one bit mad, instead he’s smiling from ear to ear.

 

“Y/N,” he starts, “that was the best feeling I have ever had in my life.”

 

You pause and let the words register in your head. Did Steve say what you think he just said?

 

“Really? But I thought-”

 

He laughs again and stares at the ground, “I actually- well- I always wanted to kiss you Y/N, literally from the first moment I laid my eyes on you. I’m glad you feel the same way..”

 

You now blush and step closer to Steve again. “I would have said something sooner but I thought…-”

 

Now, Steve is the one to reach out for your hand. He let your words fade as you just stare down at your hands.

 

“Hey, we better go back home. The dance is probably over by now.”

 

You follow his lead as you both begin to walk out of the park, hand in hand. Even if there is a cold harsh breeze, you don’t let that get to you as you only focus on the warmth of Steve’s hands right now in the moment.

 

You wish you could both stay like this forever; just the two of you holding hands and being happy. 

 

But, like all good things, they must come to an end and when they end, they become distant memories that you want to keep forever.

 

But it may seem that this memory will be the one to keep the trouble at bay; the trouble that was luring off in the far distance. The trouble of everything falling apart.


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